For centuries, poets have turned to autumn as a mirror for the human condition, a season oscillating between abundance and decline, beauty and loss. In earlier traditions, from Shakespeare to Keats, ...

For Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the road that began at age twenty led inexorably to the consolations of wombats, whiskey, chloral, and the culmination of the grave. From our vantage point, this poem falls ...

May Sarton was a novelist and an avid keeper of journals, but she considered herself a poet above all else. Novels and journals, she said in 1983, are concerned with growth over time, but “the poem is ...